0. The Empire Occupied by Tentacles
0. The Empire Occupied by Tentacles
Empire.
That is what they call the place where the Emperor resides, the highest point on this earth, blessed by the gods.
The demon tribes outside the continent.
The elves who live in the World Tree.
The alliances of several kingdoms that, though smaller than the Empire, could rival it if they combined their strength.
All of them must bow their heads before the Imperial Palace, and before the Imperial Throne within it.
This was, in a way, the truth of this land, a common notion that had been accepted as natural...
But today was the day that rule was shattered.
"Uuuueup... uuuueuk chureup chureureup."
Lewd, even vulgar sounds of liquid echoed through the Imperial Palace.
The Emperor's audience chamber, a place built by pouring in nearly an entire nation's budget.
A place that symbolized the Empire's majesty itself, where even speaking comfortably was forbidden except for the Emperor.
But now it was filled with obscene moans, squelching liquid sounds, and the writhing noises of tentacles.
Women dressed in pristine maid uniforms, with tentacles inserted into their back pussies and front pussies, toyed with the holes of the nobles who once commanded them.
Modified by the tentacles, turned into females who knew only the joy of serving the Tentacle-nim with pleasure.
They moved tentacles of various shapes from hole to hole.
"Stop... my head is aaaahng♡♡ I am the great Grand Duke of the Argent Empire... gu... for the Tentacle-nim."
"Aaaahng... ♡♡ please don't put that in my ear..."
"Tentacle-nim... give me more grace... hehe♡"
Thin and long ones moved toward ear cunts, turning them into females loyal to the Tentacle-nim.
Thick tentacles intertwined and mixed, thrusting into mouth, pussy, anal, all at once, modifying them into the optimal body to accept the Tentacle-nim, while injecting an aphrodisiac that made them climax with just a touch of the tentacle.
Countless females were created, climaxing. In the center of that space, where the Emperor's throne stood, one figure had helped create this scenery.
No, a sow was licking a massive tentacle shaped like a dick from the outside.
Lick, lick.
Her breasts, already full, now had tentacles embedded in them, and had grown so large they were not small compared to her ass. Whenever she smelled the tentacle's scent, her sticky breast milk sprayed out in spurts.
With a long tentacle inserted into her back pussy, she shook her huge ass as if hoping the Tentacle-nim would fill her empty front pussy right away.
Her hair dirtied with aphrodisiac and semen, parts of her brain replaced by tentacles, tentacles protruding from her ear cunts and swaying.
Anyone would see her and have no word to describe her but a sow.
Only the necklace symbolizing the Empire's maternal figure hanging from her neck hinted at her identity.
"Chureureup chureureup pureureup jjoook jjook."
She opened her mouth as wide as possible to barely fit the tentacle dick, sucking it until her mouth hollowed, a female trying to please the tentacle.
Now, whether they called her a sow, a sex slave, or anything, this slave would accept it with joy because her master had called for her.
If one were to discuss who created this lewd and ecstatic scenery, one could not help but speak of this sow, once called the Empress.
In truth, the tentacle that had stealthily infiltrated the palace had modified the Empress's body, replaced part of her brain with tentacle, and turned her into a sow who acted for the tentacle.
But seeing her happily receiving the tentacle's semen and moving to please the Tentacle-nim, living like this for the Tentacle-nim must be a greater happiness for her than being Empress, wouldn't it?
"Guuueup ♡♡ gureureuk keoeok uueubeung♡♡ chureureup chureup"
From her pussy, where nothing was inserted, she burst pussy juice like a waterfall, inserting the tentacle into her throat to please the massive tentacle dick, shaking her lewd ass, repeating sitting and standing.
Boom!!
With a huge explosion, the door shattered, smoke scattered.
Beyond the door, tentacle maids were slammed into walls, and the city was burning.
In the center of it all, the First Princess of the Empire, one of the Eight symbolizing the Empire's military might, Swordmaster Argent Percy Arien, walked in.
"Your Imperial Majesty, all defensive walls have collapsed. The enemy's offensive is too strong; we cannot stop it. Please preserve Your Majesty's noble body... huh?"
The endless assault of tentacles had broken all eight defensive walls the Empire boasted, and even the Imperial Palace was full of erosion by tentacles.
But she believed.
This place, at least.
This place, symbolizing the Emperor's majesty, always guarded by dozens of defensive spells, Sword Experts, and ten 6th-circle mages, would be safe.
Her father and mother would be safe, she thought.
She had gathered every bit of mana she had and rushed here.
But the scene before her eyes was her respected mother moving vulgarly, serving a tentacle.
"Eoma... mama."
As she helplessly stared at her mother, the service to the tentacle did not stop.
"Chureureup chyeureup chureubeul uueueup♡"
As if now accustomed to the tentacle entering her throat, her body movements grew faster.
"Eomamama!! What are you doing... eoeok."
Arien, about to draw her sword to stop the sow who was once Empress, was struck in the abdomen by the tentacle embedded in the sow's back pussy, flying at high speed.
As if to tell her not to interrupt the current service.
Slammed into a wall by the tentacle's attack, Arien looked at her mother with trembling eyes, unable to believe what had just happened to her.
The sow, judging that her daughter was not even worth thinking about, continued her blowjob enthusiastically, shaking her ass and tits for the Tentacle Dick-nim who would soon grace her with his semen.
"Ttenacle-nim i ueup pwease give this lewd sow chureubueup the grace of the Tentacle-nim chureureup."
The movements of her tits grew more intense, breast milk spraying from her nipples.
The tentacle dick also seemed pleased, trembling slightly, then grew a bit bigger than before.
Bueureureut, kkeulleong, bueureureureut.
Though the tentacle dick was already massive enough, perhaps it was swelling more to ejaculate. The Empress sow was skewered by the tentacle, unable to resist, fulfilling her role as a cum receptacle.
Her mouth was naturally filled, but overflowing semen flowed from her nose. With the unending ejaculation, her stomach and intestines were filled, and even from her anus, already blocked by tentacle, semen faintly leaked.
When the tentacle dick, having spewed all its semen, shrank, the Empress, who had been a cum receptacle, collapsed to the floor.
"Eo... eomamama... are you alright?"
Perhaps her brain hadn't properly grasped the situation due to the shocking scene. She approached to support her mother, who had already given her body and mind to the tentacle.
"It's... kkuuueok ah, the Tentacle-nim's semen..."
She began licking up the semen that hadn't been contained in her body, that had burst out and dirtied the floor, and the semen that had flowed back out when the tentacle dick was pulled out, as if it were holy water, not letting a single drop go.
As if the princess, who had been slammed into a wall and just gotten up, didn't even exist.
"Chyeureureup, the Tentacle-nim's semen, chyeureureup, lick.♥"
Seeing her mother licking up the semen with a tongue elongated by tentacle modification, spraying love juice, Arien let go of the mental thread she had barely held onto.
"Ha... haha..."
The licking sounds of semen, the hollow laughter of Arien, the sounds of tentacles modifying brains and violating bodies, and the moans echoing in response.
What ended all of this was Arien, who picked up the sword that had fallen to the floor.
"Eomamama... no, traitor who sold the nation to the enemy. Here and now, I will kill you and fix everything."
Though her body and mind were already worn to the bone, as if the name Swordmaster wasn't for nothing, explosive mana burst out from the girl.
The national flag, dirtied with love juice and semen, swayed. The knights who had turned into tentacles, and the women who had been violated by those tentacles, all began to look at Arien as if nothing had happened.
The Empress, who had licked up all the semen on the floor and had a belly swollen as if pregnant, also finally turned her gaze to the princess.
"As the enemy of His Imperial Majesty, the traitor of the nation, and the last remaining heir of the Argent Empire, I will execute you."
"Oh my, a traitor? I only made this nation more full of love. And His Majesty is still alive."
Saying that, the Empress stroked the tentacle embedded in her back pussy.
The long tentacle, which she had not been able to see because her eyes were blinded by her lewd movements, had, in its middle parts, the imperial ring and seal embedded.
"He promised to be with me forever, and he offered his body to the Tentacle-nim."
The Empress looked at Arien with a lewd smile.
"And you, haven't you already offered your body to him? You haven't received his grace yet, though."
"What does that..."
It was then that she felt something strange.
Her ear was wet.
Her ear was itchy.
Something was moving inside her ear.
She brought the hand holding the sword to her ear, and a tentacle that burst out from her ear tickled her hand.
"Eo... when..."
She had never put anything like that in her ear. She always wore a mana barrier, so a monster couldn't possibly penetrate her body.
She tried to grasp the situation quickly, but the tentacle that had already settled in her brain was slowly changing the girl's common sense and body.
It was just that the changes were so gradual, like poisoning a lake, that she hadn't noticed them.
"Ah... aah... aaaahng♥♥♥"
The smell.
The thick smell of semen, the love juice and aphrodisiacs scattered in the air. Arien climaxed, her love juice bursting out.
The sword in her hand had long since fallen to the ground again.
The tentacle, seizing the chance to erode her brain, stirred her brain wildly, as if not wanting to miss the opportunity.
Squeak, squeak, sereureut, kkeujeok.
Inside her head, the tentacle toyed with her brain, producing an unpleasant sound continuously.
Changed memories and common sense struck her mind like a waterfall.
The memory of first grabbing a tentacle dick and swinging it as a child.
The memory of being praised by her mother for extracting semen well from a dick.
The memory of climaxing disgracefully while eating semen together with her other sisters.
The memory of offering her body and mind entirely to the tentacle.
Precious memories were defiled, and she climaxed repeatedly.
Tears flowed from her eyes, drool dribbled from her mouth.
Watching her eyes roll back to whites, the Empress felt something was lacking.
Arien lacked tentacles.
Those who had offered their bodies to the tentacle should have tentacles in their back pussies or front pussies, but she only had a tentacle encroaching on her brain, not a single tentacle elsewhere.
For the Empress, the Tentacle-nim was the most important, so a daughter was a being more insignificant than a tentacle born from any sow rolling on the floor.
But the fact that none of her pussies, except her ear cunts, had tentacles was unforgivable to her.
So she tore off a part of the once-Emperor tentacle embedded in her back pussy and approached Arien.
She tore open the armor of Arien, who had collapsed on the floor dirtied with love juice from endless climaxing.
And she drove her fist, gripping the tentacle, into Arien's anal.
Kkudeudeuk, kkwadeuk.
Normally, the sphincter would tear and she would convulse in pain, but her brain, already modified by tentacle, accepted even this as pleasure, making her pussy spurt love juice.
"Aaueueus euaeng aaaang aaaaahng♡♡♡"
She moved her hand to settle the tentacle well into the intestinal wall. Only after completing the sticky family reunion of father and daughter that would never part did she pull her hand out of the back pussy.
In about an hour, the tentacle would settle in the intestinal wall, and a long tentacle would sprout.
The Empress looked forward to that moment, approaching the throne where the tentacle dick had been erected again.
The maids, who had been toying with nobles with tentacles, also began raping and modifying them again.
To prepare a place that would satisfy Him until He, who would soon become the master of all women of the Empire—no, all women of this world—arrived here.
Sticky moans, the sound of licking tentacle dicks, began to echo through the Imperial Palace.